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I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White (via wethinkwedream)

(via findingbrighterdays)

What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like, it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing.

Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles (via feellng)

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Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

C.S. Lewis  (via awweb)

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I keep getting it for Christmas.

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Manatee (x)

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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

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What Dreams May Come (1998)

(via willliamgraham)

She bows her head against the ruthless hurricane
Of dizzying thoughts and fantasies
And drowns in a stupor of bogus delight
To think that his heart could enfold her so delicately

But as she stumbles along this naive road
His eyes catch another with deep affection
And hers fill with shattered weeping
Of empty love and harsh regret

So softly they slip and skate, those tears,
Upon her hollowed cheeks
And her mind plays hooky tonight
As she lights fire to her nightmares

And with a sharp crack and snap
Crumbles her faith that one could ever adore her
Yet her heart whimpers ever so softly
To demolish those precarious walls and let love in

a poem i wrote in eighth grade by inkedforest (via inkedforest)

(via airudite)

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.
It matters that you don’t just give up.

Stephen Hawking (via elinaynature)

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Title: The Stable Song Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov 16,511 plays


The Stable Song | Gregory Alan Isakov

Now I’ve been crazy, couldn’t you tell?
I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell

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Title: England Artist: Mumford & Sons 12,771 plays

We must be somewhere in London
We must be loving our lives in the rain

(via everything-is-truly-wrong)

'I'm confident to a fault.' (x / x)

… I need to get myself a Mamrie Hart attitude 

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